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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Oh, Teasers..........how much do I love this photograph??? Well, I am about to tell you in 200 words exactly, after that............I cannot be held responsible for whatever I say in the throes of heated passion. Nor can I be accountable for what I may do, if played like a fine instrument. I am beginning to quiver me timbers just thinking about it!!

So.............Do have a slow and fevered read over this hot, little story. Stay awhile, reread me and finger the pages. Can you smell my perfume, feel my presence surround you, eagerness engulf you? My moist, warm feathered breath on your neck tickles your core into a response, does it not? Well, now sufficiently "peaked," perhaps you'll please go have a saucy saunter over to my fiery friends pages and see what they have prepared for your indulgence. Follow the link here, TantalyzingTuesdayTeaser, or knock them up - ooops, off!- one by one below. But, before you go, please honour me with a comment or more; a kiss before you leave would be my pleasure............xo

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Jewelry in a Box

I released a soft, muffled moan as he rubbed his fingertips over
his handiwork.As always, the newly trimmed beauty of my
velveteen box fascinated him and after grooming me, his resistance finally waned.

“Ah, you have the most perfect slice of womanhood…it beckons
to me every time I shave you,” he said in a whisper, his face mere inches from
my eager petals and buried pearl. His hot breath felt like a bellow fanning my anticipation.

He slipped his fingers, one at a time, into my wet impatience
until he had buried three long fingers to the hilt of his knuckles then curled
them up into a fervent question mark.His
baby finger deftly found the pearl of my centre and quickly feathered the
hooded jewel until fully erect, hard and straining for more attention.While he pressed his fingertips upwards into
the core of my passion, he played me as he would any fine instrument; he watched
the rhythm and sounds overtake my total surrender.

“Ohhhhh, God….you torture me with your wicked touch …” He took
his work very seriously; by the time he was through, I took his work very seriously, too.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Lucky me, I have a few minutes to splash, in 200 words or less, across the page again for your lustful entertainment. It is Tantalyzing Tuesday; it comes every week on this day, as we all should. The photo that drew my attention today is this passionately painful piece that screams separation to me. Why are they apart? Is he sick, lured away by another, on a business trip or even....dead? I don't know, do you ? Tell me what you think has come between them in the comments below. But first, let me paint you a background.....Then, as you prepare to leave, plan a few wicked minutes to indulge in the Teasers my compatriots have drafted for your prurient pleasures. You can jump to our control page on the link here, Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers, or you can visit them one at a time from my page. They are all lined up like waiting lovers for you below, just before the comments section where you can leave me a short note on your thoughts about being teased by me........Enjoy, and love each other while you can:) xo

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Aching You

Feigning strength, unwavering, I ran my fingers nonchalantly
along the wall as I walked past the door to your closet, regarding it only as a
threshold to the past.I knew I couldn’t
live in the past but I couldn’t breathe without you.I couldn’t exist in the lost days but I wouldn’t
survive without them.I couldn’t welcome
today with the memories of our love cinching an aching grip upon my heart.How could I continue living without your love
to fold around me in passion, love and comfort?

Drawn, weakened finally, to the door of your closet, I
stopped.Was that the rustle of you
dressing, the smell of your cologne and the soft low resonant hum of your
favorite song escaping your throat?I
ached for you and pressed my body against the door.The cool partition which separated me from my
you, from our love, from the throbbing truth, seared my yearning flesh.

There is no life without you: no heartbeat, no air connecting
the thoughts between us.Oh, God, please
bring him back to me or take me with him, into his eternal embrace.

As I readied, I prayed.I cried quietly…………return to me.

So, what do your think? Leave me a comment below then off to visit my friends you go!! They will show you wonderfully lascivious hospitality. You'll be drooling all over your keyboard for some alone time! Have fun, my darlings. Now, go on...scoot!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I have been so busy of late, I have missed that which I enjoy the most ~ writing for you. So, today, a day late and on the fly, I have put together a short teaser based upon this lovely, sensuous photo. It is only 200 words, those are the rules: no more, no less.I hope you enjoy my response to, and interpretation of, this sexy photograph. While you are dabbling at my table, spend some time with my fellow authors and see what photograph inspired their 200 words. You will be so glad you indulged your fancy; a little like death by chocolate. Would there ever, could there ever, be a better way to die?

Dance Me Through Love

Seated at the bar in the smoke filled room, only her pale exotic
profile and the flesh of her legs were visible in the darkness.The achingly soulful music from the lone guitar
rose from the depths like a strengthening, mesmerizing blaze.She toyed with a Martini: up, shaken not
stirred, with a hint of lemon zest.

She felt him behind her; he moved so close, she was warmed
by his heat. Touching the pulse at her throat, she shifted uneasily and
crossed her long legs at the knees, exposing more lace covered flesh. Tonight,
unlike any other night, he lowered his open mouth to her neck and whispered
above the guitar, “Dance me through love”.His soft, feathered breath sent flames down her body and threatened a
seductive inferno.

She rose gracefully, floating into his embrace as he held
her fully, pressing his body into her eager curves.He slid his impatient fingertips under her
arm, at the full of her breast, then down to the hot small of her back.He pulled her tight so she could feel his growing
response to the fragrance of her hair as she melted to his will.

“Yes…...........”

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So, I hope you enjoyed my little tidbit of a tantalyzing teaser. Remember, there are more where that came from but you need to follow the link, Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers, where you can visit all my purient partners. Or you can flitter back and forth from my page, one at a time but leave a comment for me. It has been a long time and I ache for your approval............